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Before the elder could finish speaking, a monstrous fire suddenly rose in the air, and the floating firelight exploded instantly, and the sparks slammed down like raindrops, and the crowd began to be restless, and the people who were drenched with sparks immediately spontaneously combusted, shouting and rolling on the ground.

The next second of the sad and miserable screams, the crowd hugged their heads and scurried, Ling Motang stood on the top of the stone steps before she could react before she was pushed down, and then she watched one after another people around her spontaneously combust, they staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, and the humanoid "Gulu" that had been burned into a skeleton was scattered to the ground, and the two hollow eye holes on the skeleton were directly aimed at her, instantly making her hair stand upside down.

She didn't stand up immediately, and she didn't have the courage to take another step forward.

Isn't it a sacrifice of the gods, and why did it turn into a monstrous disaster?

Such a scene reminded her that one night at the Red Bridge, that day was also such a spark, and it burned when it was wet.

"Don't mess around."

The head of the sect formed a defensive formation within a radius of three meters from him, and several elders also took action, and on the premise of determining self-protection, they pretended to protect a few disciples.

Disciples who have cultivated spiritual energy can naturally protect themselves, but Ling Motang is an ordinary person, and his life is in danger. She fell to the ground, not that she didn't think about it, but that she really coaxed her legs to be weak. She craned her neck to look back, and the huge bronze tripod suddenly soared, and there seemed to be some metal object stirring and rolling in the bronze tripod.

"Bang"

The canopy was torn open a huge gap, and the bronze tripod exploded in mid-air in an instant, and the bronze tripod was torn apart in a loud noise, and the blood and fire inside reflected each other, and the blood rain fell one after another, and the smell of blood filled the entire blood-red sky.

Fragments of bronze splattered in all directions, piercing straight into the hearts of the fleeing disciples, and the human figure was split in half, and blood splattered everywhere.

Ling Motang took a step back suddenly, the fragments of bronze rubbed her scalp and pierced deeply into the white jade ground, she didn't have time to take a long breath, she was pushed to the ground by a person, and her waist was stepped on and rubbed with a nose ash:, who the stepped on me!

Trying his best to soothe his heart, Ling Motang stood up tremblingly and walked against the wall.

"Be careful."

The exclamation sounded in her ears, and a strong force pushed her away, and her whole body slammed into the towering ancient tree, she didn't have time to rub her swollen forehead and immediately turned back, Qin Xue was hit by the fragments of the bronze tripod, even though she had already used her aura to form a defensive shield, she was still hit by the fragments of the bronze tripod and flew out several meters.

Ling Motang twisted his brows tightly and pressed his heart together, and immediately stumbled towards Qin Xue, if it wasn't for Qin Xue, it would be her who was hit by the bronze shard!

What the hell is this sacrifice!

Qin Xue's face was pale, the blood stains on the corners of her mouth slipped down her chin little by little, Ling Motang didn't care about the scurrying crowd and ran back, holding Qin Xue and hiding in the corner of the wall, the aura on Qin Xue's body gradually weakened, Ling Motang's heart stopped beating wildly when he mentioned his throat, and fell to the bottom again in an instant.

She hated her powerlessness.

"Let's go." Qin Xue's voice was weak: "Leave me alone." ”

How could Ling Motang leave without her, how could he give up a human life.

She couldn't.

She used all her strength to hold Qin Xue in her arms, Qin Xue couldn't die, this was the only thing she could think of in her mind now.

"Leave me alone, run, you can't die......" The blood on Qin Xue's back stained the clothes on Ling Motang's chest red......

She suddenly remembered that on the night of the Jiuli annihilation, her grandfather also told her like this: Run, there is hope to live.

She ran away, so she watched her grandfather die tragically in front of her.

History is always strikingly similar, so, this time, she won't give up on anyone and run away, she doesn't want to run, she wants to live with Qin Xue. She muttered to herself, her eyes were warm and blurry, and she fell backwards: Don't run, can't run, I'll accompany you.

With a sharp chirp, an object broke through the air and fell straight to the top of Ling Motang's head.

Silently, no one around noticed that the small round bead that emitted a golden light gradually sank into the top of Ling Motang's head, and the sudden pain made her roll on the ground in pain.

Time began to freeze, Ling Motang seemed to be imprisoned, her limbs couldn't move, she could only see the people around her hurrying by, and the sparks surged down and buried her in her body......

There was a constant stream of pain above her head, as if something was spinning in her head, churning round and round, strange runes, noisy language, and loud scriptures swarming.

It hurts like a pinprick in a dense way.

Her eyes looked directly at the center of the altar, the head of the sect and the elders protected the outstanding disciples of Liuyun under their wings, these people with strong spells did not have waves in their eyes, and there was no sympathy in their eyes when they looked at the disciples who were dead and wounded.

She saw with her own eyes that the ordinary disciples fled in a hurry, and the bones of the dead disciples were reduced to minced meat.

Does ordinary deserve to die?

Ordinary people don't have the right to live?

They are all Liuyun's disciples!

Ling Motang was scared, scared to the core.

This is not the first time she has faced death, but even though she has experienced this many times, people are still afraid when facing death.

She didn't want to die, she wanted to shout loudly, she wanted to move her body that couldn't move, and she wanted to take Qin Xue, who was lying on the ground, away from this dangerous place. The beads that were spinning in her skull suddenly stopped, and after three seconds, the still beads suddenly penetrated from her mind into the dantian and stood still.

Ling Motang suddenly found that she could act, and looked at those high-level disciples mockingly to save their lives, and looked at the master of the Liuyun Sect looking at the dead disciples indifferently, she stood up with difficulty and staggered steps.

Not long after she persisted, Ling Motang's legs were as heavy as lead, and her eyelids were also heavy, and it was very likely that she would fall to the ground in the next second and fall asleep all the time.

Physically and mentally exhausted.

Qin Xue still had a faint breath, which was undoubtedly a little comfort to Ling Motang. She tried to raise her eyes, and the bronze shards were smashing towards her, and she was powerless to dodge, so she could only cover Qin Xue's body upright.

It was Qin Xue who saved her regardless of her life before, she clearly saw this in her eyes and engraved it clearly in her heart, although she was cowardly, she was never ungrateful.

Ling Motang closed his eyes, grabbed Qin Xue's shoulders tightly, and suddenly smiled a little relieved, and death finally stretched out his black hands.

The expected pain did not come, a pair of black cloud brocade boots with gold trim stayed in front of her, and Ling Motang looked up with difficulty and looked up along the boots.

The man's face was neither happy nor sad, no fear or impersonal, but it was such a perfect face like a god, and it was like a sharp knife piercing her heart and her eyes.